Revised Edition | Night of Eden

“Curious, aren't you? Why I'm doing this. I suddenly wondered. If I told people that all of this was your doing, I wonder how they would react.” I thought I had misheard him. Or that it was a joke that wasn't even funny. But the man's face, devoid of even a trace of a smile, told me otherwise. “Edwin Hastings—that fellow you call your master. You look at him as if he were some kind of prince.” The table, once filled with the scent of fruits and flowers, turned murky in an instant. “Try doing that in front of me.” Through the thick haze of smoke, the man's eyes took on a languid glow. “Who knows? Maybe I'll act as if none of this ever happened.” Dana's heart poured out scorching blood...